It's odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there's barley any separation between who we are and who they are.

But that was two years ago. She wasn’t sexy to me anymore. Now she was lethal.

I can’t change the past, Tate. I wish I could, because I’d go back and relive every day that I existed without you, and I’d make sure that you smiled.” My eyes burned with regret, and I saw the pools in her beautiful blues, too. “Every minute of my future belongs to you.